Chapter 52 He Is Just Too Lazy to Name It!

“Shoot him.

As Darren's voice fell, the flying squirrel not far away couldn't help but twitch the corners of its mouth, and its head was covered with black lines.

What kind of bullshit swordsmanship is this!

There's not even a name for any move... except for the different burst speeds and whether or not there is entanglement and domineering, there is no difference at all!

However, unlike the flying squirrel, Moria and Mihawk couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Especially Mihawk himself... The moment the Vice Admiral's voice fell, he felt an extremely sharp and destructive aura erupting uncontrollably from that rotten long knife!

The magnetic field that enveloped the entire island fell into riot again, and the air seemed to boil, becoming distorted and blurred in his vision, creating wisps of beating blue arcs.

boom! !

The majestic propulsion force exploded brazenly, and the famous sword withering wood was dyed pitch black by the domineering aura... It accelerated instantly and broke through the sound barrier, shooting out at an extremely exaggerated speed.

coming!

The strong sense of death threat made Mihawk's eyes freeze, and his spirit and will were highly condensed and unified at this moment.

After the baptism of the first sword, he had learned his lesson and developed his domineering power in advance... Finally, he found a glimmer of hope in the shadow of death brought by the dead wood!

Before the blade reached him, the blast of air had already hit his face, making his floral shirt snap.

The future "World's No. 1 Black Sword" Ye was held tightly in his hand and slashed out with great force!

Keng! !

A huge explosion suddenly exploded, shattering all the glass pieces in the ruins of the collapsed buildings around him. Moriah even subconsciously covered his ears to prevent his eardrums from being shattered!

He stared at that scene with his eyes wide open...

Hit!

The sword that this kid Mihawk slashed... unexpectedly hit the dead wood that was speeding at extremely high speeds with incomparable accuracy!

Blade to tip!

A terrifying wave of air erupted, and with a bang, it spread out in all directions like a tide.

However, at this moment, Mihawk's expression suddenly changed, and he did not feel the joy of hitting Darren with his sword at all.

The armed domineering force wrapped in dead wood, like the second stage acceleration of a jet rocket, erupted into circles of black air ripples at its tail, pushing the blade forward crazily! !

An almost unstoppable force spread out, and Mihawk's whole body was knocked back by the dead wood with a spurt of propulsion!

five meters,

ten meters,

Thirty meters,

After sliding back for hundreds of meters and plowing long dents into the ground, Mihawk stopped his retreat with great difficulty.

The impact force erupted from the blade roared past both sides of Mihawk's body, tearing a huge gap hundreds of meters into the sea.

The waves surged with a deafening roar.

The world is dead silent.

Moonlight Moria looked dull.

The navy soldiers who had already hid far away looked at the horrific scene in front of them with pale faces and swallowed nervously.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

Drops of blood dripped from "Ye"'s knife handle to the ground.

Mihawk was breathing heavily, and dense bloodshot eyes were seeping around his pair of eagle-like sharp hazy yellow eyes.

A trace of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

In the hand holding the knife, there was a burning pain from the tiger's mouth. The skin had been torn, the flesh was open, and blood was oozing out.

Under the crushing force of the armed domineering force, the domineering defense wrapped around his arms was directly shattered, and the majestic impact caused internal bleeding.

A wet and cold feeling came from under his feet. Mihawk didn't even need to lower his head to look. He already knew that the cold sea water had wet his boots.

I... was almost "knocked" out of the island's mainland by Darren's sword and fell into the sea!

"It actually blocked it again..."

A look of shock appeared on the flying squirrel's face at this time, and he murmured in a low voice:

Although Darren's magnetic sword-controlling move is not his main killing move, it is by no means something that ordinary people can block head-on.

How talented is Mihawk! ?

Fifteen?

Sixteen years old! ?

At such a young age, he was able to catch Darren's blow at the moment the knife was released, and successfully intercepted it!

This kind of keen perception and attainment in swordsmanship is simply unheard of.

Darren doesn't have any talent for swordsmanship. He prefers fist-to-flesh fighting.

But don’t forget that before the Flying Squirrel obtained the Thunder Fruit, he was a master of swordsmanship!

Even though he was confined to a small place like Beihai, he still relied on a large number of battles and his excellent swordsmanship talent to cultivate his swordsmanship to the level of a swordsman!

It is precisely because of this that the flying squirrel saw it more clearly... and knew better than anyone present the value of Mihawk's sword just now!

It can be said without any politeness that if you put aside the power of the Thunder Fruit and just talk about the level of swordsmanship... the flying squirrel is ashamed of himself!

This kid's level of swordsmanship would be absolutely overwhelming if compared to mine!

"Is he another monster... No wonder Darren attaches so much importance to him."

The flying squirrel gave Mihawk a deep look.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Blood dripped to the ground, and Mihawk tried hard to calm down the surging energy and blood in his body.

He didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but a hearty and happy smile appeared on his face.

"That's great...that's great..."

He murmured with a smile.

Moria looked confused.

Was this guy beaten to death?

Is he out of his mind?

He was seriously injured, but he was still laughing so happily?

"I came to the North Sea this time... It's really the right time, and it's worth the trip!!"

Mihawk ignored Moria's idiotic gaze and smiled happily.

He was obviously a teenager of fifteen or sixteen years old, but his unique calm and cold temperament, showing this kind of smile unique to the strong, was not at all inconsistent.

"Darren!! What kind of swordsmanship is this!?"

Mihawk raised the light black long sword with one hand again, pointing directly at the vice admiral of the navy.

"Such a strong and domineering swordsmanship should have a name!"

"Name..."

Darren was stunned when he heard it.

What name is there... Isn't it just a weaker or stronger magnetic field?

But facing Mihawk's bright and fiery eyes, he thought for a moment, and then said:

"Swordsmanship is swordsmanship. It's enough to kill the opponent. The name doesn't matter at all."

When these words came out, Mihawk froze in place, as if struck by lightning.

"It's enough to kill the opponent. The name doesn't matter at all..."

He murmured to himself with a pale face.

"So that's it... So that's it!!"

Suddenly, as if he had figured out something, his eyes suddenly burst into an extremely bright light.

"I understand!!"

Darren: ? ? ?

You understand?

What do you understand?

I don't understand what I'm talking about, but you understand?

"So... This is the secret of powerful swordsmanship!"

Mihawk stared at Darren with fiery eyes, shaking with excitement.

"I've been on the wrong path all along!"

"Darren, you are worthy of being called a "legend"!!"

"The real sword art, the top masters, don't have to stick to one move at all. The ever-changing sword moves are all integrated into each of their own moves!"

"As long as you can do this, every sword you swing is a secret! Every knife you cut is a sure kill!"

"There is no need for a name at all. Those are things only the weak need! A real strong man doesn't need to say much!!"

Darren:...

He was stunned for a moment.

Your understanding is too strong.

But he couldn't tear himself down, so he had to pretend to be profound and nodded, revealing a light smile:

"Well, it seems that you have gained something, very good."

At the same time, Darren couldn't help but have a strange idea in his mind.

Could it be that Hawkeye's every knife in the future is a flat attack, just because of this reason...

"That's right!!"

Mihawk looked solemn.

He suddenly took a step forward, then bowed to Darren from a distance and said:

"Thank you for your advice!"

"Next, please let me see... your strongest sword!!"

Darren:...

Moria:...

The flying squirrel covered his face in pain.

Darren is not a kendo master at all! !

He knows nothing about swordsmanship!

As for the name of the sword move...

He is too lazy to name it! !

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